This is absolutely beautiful, it captures everything so well, the beauty and conflict of our memories. 'our hourglass in is long tipped laying sideways collecting dust' 'You [and I] are something outside the spectrum' 'Galaxies will turn to dust...we still sing'. This poem gives me the image of two people who are apart but still held together by the past, a part of them held together by the sideways hourglass that refuses to move time on. Brilliant.